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Pop-culture holiday dinners suck for everybody, especially Buffy

Most of us are accomplished watchers of TV and film, so we intuitively understand some of the concepts lurking in dense film-theory tomes. You won’t need them for Internet Film School, The A.V. Club’s column about film and television. In each installment, we explore a basic element of visual composition and analyze examples to understand how the formal properties of film and television manipulate viewers.

Thanksgiving is a holiday that allows filmmakers to get back to the medium’s theatrical roots. No elaborate sets are required—just a table and some people who know each other so well they decided to come together once a year rather than interact regularly. It is a chance for film to scale back its visual ambitions and look like a play without stumbling into the stodgy stage direction of an old episode of Masterpiece Theatre. Only unlike those film adaptations of dramatic works, there is a natural quality to the limitations placed upon a film that happens on Thanksgiving. Everyone looks like they’re in the same place not because the theater couldn’t afford better sets, but because everyone is trapped in the same confined spaces by strained familial bonds. Because if ever there were a time and a place for families to fall apart, it’s Thanksgiving.

Families fall apart all the time—I consider “families falling apart” to be a genre, and Noah Baumbach the current king of it—but never as spectacularly as they do during Thanksgiving. Perhaps as alluded to above, it is because of the artificially pressurized atmosphere the holiday creates. People who don’t particularly like each other are yet again forced to make extended displays of false joviality in order to please the one family member who actually cares about everyone. Sometimes that character is a doting mother, sometimes a dying father, or in the case of the “Pangs” episode of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, an empty-nested Chosen One whose surrogate family is on the brink of collapse.

The question any director must ask when given such a static narrative and limited canvas—it will have to involve certain activities, like cooking and eating, and it will have to revolve around a limited number of rooms, mostly the kitchen and dining room—is how to make something visually compelling out of activities that are so inherently boring. The incredible popularity of cooking shows is beside the point, because those are designed to make the audience want to taste exotic fare, whereas Thanksgiving films and episodes only remind people of what they already know. (Which is why, when people see fresh cranberry sauce and a beautifully roasted turkey on the Food Network’s annual Thanksgiving special, they start thinking about how incredible the pair will taste on a leftover sandwich.) How do directors do this?

They tighten up the world. Characters who don’t typically share the frame are jammed in three and four at a time. Even the typical two-shot—in which two characters share the same frame—becomes cluttered with holiday detritus:

Look how veteran television director Michael Lange frames this conversation between Buffy Summers and her former mentor and current surrogate father-figure Rupert Giles. They’re together in the same small room—made to seem even smaller by the decision to film it through the kitchen cut-out—and they’re separated by the very thing that ostensibly brings them together: the grocery bag full of Thanksgiving victuals. Not only are their postures stiff and annoyed, but that stiffness and annoyance is magnified by the placement of the stools directly beneath them on the camera side of the cut-out. They could be having this situation while comfortably seated, those stools inform the audience, but the pair is choosing to have this particular conversation in a more uncomfortable fashion.

Lange then cuts to a series of equally cluttered one-shots. How could they not be cluttered given the confines in which they’re shot? But because of how claustrophobic these medium close-ups are, instead of creating the impression that these characters are independent subjects sharing a scene, they become more like people being trapped by the scenery:

Sarah Michelle Gellar is not very tall, so the fact that Lange scalped her in this medium close-up must be deliberate. Giles is telling Buffy that her desire to throw an elaborate Thanksgiving dinner may be a classic case of overcompensation—her mother abandoned her to go on a trip with a friend—and the camera presents this shrinking of her options by shrinking the scope of her world. “You may be the Chosen One, but your head’s barely bigger than a paper bag,” the shot seems to say.

Which, of course, is untrue. The Slayer is as important now as she ever was or is or will be, but on Thanksgiving, everyone’s perception of their own self-worth is all out of proportion. Sometimes it’s because of the legacy of sibling relations (you will always be the younger brother to your older sibling) and sometimes it’s because of the weight of parental expectations (you could have been a doctor or a lawyer if only you’d applied yourself...). In any case, the one person no one is at Thanksgiving is the one you believe yourself to be every other day of the year. You are, instead, defined by your relationships to the people around you.

Which, of course, is always true. But it is especially true at Thanksgiving and especially when the director jams everyone into the same shot:

Like the two-shot of Buffy and Giles, this three-shot with Willow is framed in a stilted manner. There is no warmth between these peopleonly a chair, and right behind it a stool, neither of which are being used because no one feels comfortable enough to sit down. (No one ever wins an argument, after all, when they take it sitting down.) Buffy is clearly playing the part of the Thanksgiving facilitator, the one person who just wants to have a nice meal with people she loves, but Willow and Giles won’t stop arguing about the legacy of European colonialism and it is dragging her down. It is impossible to imagine this scene getting more cluttered, but then the doorbell rings:

Buffy vacates the central area of the previous shot and moves to frame-right, thereby creating this shot of three people together in one room, but all within their own distinct plane in the frame. They are, however, united in something that brings an order to their blocking—their concern for the person on the other end of their stares:

Xander Harris and his vengeance-demon-girlfriend Anya not only occupy the same frame, they’re physically touching, something no one else in this scene has even been close enough to do. Of course, Xander looks unwell—and he should, given that his penis got diseases from the Chumash tribe—so even the nominally healthy couple is trouble at this point. However, once they enter the den of Thanksgiving tension, the frame again becomes uncomfortably cluttered:

The clutter isn’t merely a matter of how much is on-screen, but how it’s oriented and balanced. In this case, Buffy weighs down frame-left without a frame-right counterweight; Xander and the couch on which he rests are at an odd angle both vis-a-vis Buffy and Anya; and Giles occupies a background full of parallel lines whose symmetry he ruins with his slouching. At that point, the group is arguing about how to deal with the angry spirit of the Chumash warrior out to get them, and this discordant blocking corresponds neatly to the their loggerheads. But as a plan starts to coalesce, so too does the manner in which they occupy space.

Even Spike is allowed to fit in:

But that can’t last long, because eating Thanksgiving dinner is a little like being under siegeor in that brilliant way that Buffy makes the metaphorical concrete—is literally like being under siege:

But have no fears, everything works out in the end:

At least visually. Unlike the earlier four-shot with Xander on the couch, everything here is orderly, as things always should be, but never are, on Thanksgiving. Putting the audience in Buffy’s head via a first-person point-of-view shot allows it to see the table cloth’s lines moving toward the vanishing point, only to be cut off by Giles, who this time isn’t fighting the parallel lines behind him—but it does so just to hammer home how fragile this convivial spectacle is.